I much prefer the British chick-lit writers (with a few exceptions) and this is another example of why. The story is well-written and the characters are realistic and engaging. Except maybe the conversations Libby had with Charlie's mum, those were a bit weird for two people that just met that day.

Charlie comes into Libby's life as a favour to his brother: to help the friend of a girl he fancies with her accounts. Libby likes Charlie immediately, but soon decides she's not his type and that she'd rather have him as a friend than not in her life at all. Friends they become.

Actually, maybe Libby should have questioned a little how come a guy like Charlie who's got a busy job and social life suddenly has time for a new friend. She doesn't wonder about this though, perhaps because she's a very busy person herself and has time for a new friend. She just keeps telling herself she's not his type.

I read an ARC through Netgalley.